Trish Walton is a biracial girl, she never wants to fall in love...And her best friend is a boy. But Darren has similar feelings for her, and is worried about pretty much the same things as Trish. Rated T for now...

It was Saturday, biracial Trish Walton stood outside her house, waiting for her next door neighbor and best friend Darren Knight.

She looked at her light brown hand for a second. Trish had known Darren for four long years and she loved him, the trouble was they were just friends and she didn't want to do anything to mess up the relationship they had already by telling him.

She was going out with Darren, (no, there were NOT dating), she didn't quite know where she was going yet. The trouble was, her stepfather Jamie didn't like her going out. Fuck him, she thought angrily, what the hell does he know? He's got no rights over me.

Darren pulled his motorcycle up in front of her house. Darren was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. He had black hair and blue eyes.

"Hey, Trish." he said.

Trish waved.

"Come to the store with me. I need to buy cigarettes anyway."

Trish got the back of Darren's bike and they drove away.

For a sixteen year old, Trish felt she wasn't quite normal. She had two brothers, one who was a total damn genius, one who was only six years old and so cute. A mother who didn't quite understand her and a total dickhead for a father substitute.

"What's new?" Darren asked.

"I don't know, Darren. My mother's husband is being a complete and utter asshole, but other than that, nothing."

"Jamie hates me." Darren said in a blank voice.

"No, he doesn't," Trish said.

Trish's cell was ringing.

It was Jamie, her stepfather.

"Shit!" Trish exclaimed.

"What?" Darren asked.

"It's Jamie."

Trish didn't answer it, so the answering machine took her call.

At the store, Darren gave the man behind the counter his fake ID and bought him some cigarettes.

"Don't push me out the door, Darren. I do have two legs!" Trish snapped.

Darren smiled.

"At some point, I need to tell you something, Trish," Darren said.

"What?" She asked.

"Never mind. Forget I ever said it."

But Trish wasn't going to.

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